High on a stag the Goddess held her seat, and there were little hounds about her feet; below her feet there was a sickle moon, waxing it seemed, but would be waning soon. Her statue bore a mantle of bright green, her hand a bow with arrows cased and keen; her eyes were lowered, gazing as she rode down to where Pluto has his dark abode.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2684 | 2018-05-16 15:38:58 | 66.85 | 98% |
| 2085 | 2018-02-10 07:00:31 | 67.77 | 98% |
| 965 | 2018-01-06 11:50:43 | 60.96 | 97% |